Текст песни: Pig Destroyer. Ghost Of A Bullet.
Fingerprints on my eyes like ten tiny maps to heaven
Or ten rogue angels torching the house of God
I fell something pressing against my kidneys
Maybe a pair of wings, maybe the ghost of a bullet
Or ten rogue angels torching the house of God
I fell something pressing against my kidneys
Maybe a pair of wings, maybe the ghost of a bullet
Pig Destroyer
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